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Chapter 23

Dracula was leading the way to the grand ballroom that was going to be used for Mavis' party.

Jonathan decided to walk with Margaret.

Jonathan had really come to like Margaret.

She didn't say much, but she was really nice to him.

She was actually the only other one that knew he was a human and she still liked him.

He looked at her.

"What is he going to do?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"I honestly don't know."

Dracula opened the doors of the hotel.

The lights flicked on.

He walked in the hotel with Margaret and Jonathan behind him.

Margaret looked around at the many tables.

"Since you're the party planner, you can spend the day rearranging these tables."

Margaret looked at him.

"Drac, that's not fair."
"Well, that's what he gets for coming back."

Jonathan walked over to the tables.

"Great, I'm trapped here. Now, I know how your daughter feels."

Margaret brushed past Dracula.

"I'll help you, Johnny."

"Thanks, Ms. Marg."

Dracula fixed his hair.

He felt his muscles tense when he heard the tables, scraping across the floor.

He turned and looked at Margaret and Jonathan.

"Stop! Stop it!"

He moved over to them.

"Go to a corner, you're both in a time out!"

Margaret placed her hands on her hips.

"You are not putting me in time-out!"

Dracula knew not to argue with Margaret.

"You can't put me in time-out. I'm a grown man!"

Dracula used his magic to put Jonathan in a corner and put Jonathan's thumb in his mouth.

He turned him to face the wall.

Margaret rolled her eyes.

"Why are you so mean to him?"

"He should've stayed away!"

"He's a good kid! You just can't stand the fact that Mavis actually likes him!"

Jonathan's eyes widened.

She actually liked him!

Margaret left the ballroom.

Jonathan could tell there was something between the two vampires.

"So, why do you two fight all the time?"

"Because, we are two very different people. We both have different ideas, so we butt heads all the time."

"You knows she cares about you."

"I know she does."

"No, she cares more about you than you'll ever know."

Dracula felt his rage, pulsing through his veins.

"You know nothing about her!"

"I know that's she's nice and she cares about you and Mavis."

Dracula couldn't really argue with that, because he knew that Jonathan was right.

Margaret walked through the hallways; she stopped when she saw her niece.

"Mavey,"

Mavis looked at her aunt.

"Oh, hey, Auntie Marg. What are you doing?"

She shook her head.

"Nothing. I was just going to get some sleep, before your party."

"Oh, do you know where Johnny went?"

"Yeah, why?"

Mavis cheeks flushed red.

"Oh, uh..."

"You like him, don't you?"

"What? Oh, no! No, Auntie Marg."

Margaret smiled at her niece.

She knew Mavis better than Mavis thought.

"Mavis,"

Mavis looked at her aunt.

"I know you alot better than you think."

Mavis let out a sigh.

She knew that she couldn't lie to her aunt, because she was that good.

She nodded her head.

"Yes, Auntie. I like Johnny."

Margaret smiled.

"I already knew that, sweet fangs. You didn't even have to tell me."

"Uh, Auntie Marg."

"Yes, sweet fangs?"

"I was just wondering if I could ask you somethings. In private."

Margaret nodded her head.

"Of course, sweet fangs."

Margaret wrapped an arm around her niece's shoulders and led her to her room.

Margaret and Mavis stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Dracula running toward them.

"Drac!"

He stopped right in front of them.

"Uh, Marg, Mavey. What are you two still doing up? The sun is up. It could kill you."

"Oh, Mavey just wanted to talk."

She looked behind Dracula and was surprised to see that Jonathan wasn't behind him.

"Where's Johnny?"

"Uh, why do you want to know?"

Margaret shrugged her shoulders.

"I just wanted to know."

"Uh, he said he was hungry, so I sent him to the kitchen."

"Oh,"

She watched Dracula rush over to one of the suits of armor.

She saw him whisper the suit of armor something.

She looked at Mavis.

"Uh, sweet fangs, why don't you go ahead and go to bed. We'll talk later."

"Oh, okay, Auntie Marg."

Margaret kissed her niece's forehead.

"Sweet dreams, sweet fangs. Don't let the scorpions bite."

Margaret watched Mavis leave for her room.

Margaret rushed over to Dracula.

She grabbed his hand.

He looked at her.

"Where's Johnny?"

Dracula knew that he couldn't keep anything from Margaret.

"All right. Quasimodo has Jonathan."

Margaret's eyes widened in fear.

"What?!"

"I know, it's my fault."

"Which way did he go?"

"He headed through the lobby."

"You know that he's going to the kitchen. We need to help Johnny."

Dracula let out a deep sigh.

Margaret knew how Dracula felt about humans, but letting Johnny being eaten was NOT an option.

She pressed her hand on the side of Dracula's face and made him look at her.

"Drac,"

His cheeks flushed red, but Margaret ignored it.

"We have to help Johnny. You know it's the right thing to do."

Dracula grabbed Margaret's wrist and gently moved it away from his face.

"You're right."

Margaret and Dracula started charging through the hallways of the hotel at top speed.

They knew that they had to save Jonathan, no matter what happened in their past.

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